Way back in the year of 2017The sun was growing hotterAnd oil was way beyond its peakWhen crazy Hector Johnson broke into a refineryAnd the black gold started flowingJust like Boston tea

It was the summer of the riotsAnd London sat in sweltering heatAnd the gangs of Mini CoopersTook the battle to the streetsBut when the creed was handed downFor no more trucks and no more carsThey threw cans of petrol through the windows at Scotland Yard

GasolineWill be free, will be freeGasolineWill be free, will be free

When the Mounties stormed the palace of the Saudi familyThey held them up for ransomWithout disturbing their high teaBut their getaway was shakyThey stalled in the Riyadh streetsCause you can't make it very farWhen your tank is on empty

The final can of gasoline was loaded on a truckAnd driven through the streets of Agra to the palace aquaductYou see, all the majesty of worship that once adorned these fatal hallsWas just a target to the angryAs they blew up the Taj Mahal

GasolineWill be free, will be freeGasolinewill be free, will be free

Gary ran a market way down in TennesseeWhere all the farmers got together and talked about this great countryBut when the government turned its back on farmingMan, what I hearThey dragged the pumps out of the groundWith a big vintage John Deere

I've got soldiers on my payrollStanding guard on my front driveSnipers on the roof poised at thoseWho don't want me aliveCause they audited my taxesMy family under threatCause I've got a message and a megaphoneAnd I'll scream it to the death

GasolineWill be free, will be freeGasolineWill be free, will be free

You got the farms in ArgentinaMaking fuel from sugar caneYou got the bastards in WashingtonAfraid of popping the greed vainCause the money's in the pipelineAnd pipeline's running dryAnd we'll be the last to recognizeWhere there's shit there's always flies

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Minta maaf, we have disappeared for a while as we had to make sure our money or what's left of it remained safe in the current global financial disappearing act. We can gladly report we have enough left over for a beer party.

Damn! Oktoberfest is over. Yet, in the spirit of Malaysia's YES! or rather Year-End-Sales or now renamed Malaysian Saving Sales, we are surprised to see that Malay pride appears to be on sale at a trifling amount of RM2 million.

That's the amount that GGMM or Young Malays Graduate Movement is demanding from MCA No 2 Chua Soi Lek, the man who has increased Chinese pride on the first day of this New Year.

Why do we ask if Malay pride is cheap?

Simple, the Hindu Rights Action Front (Hindraf to the uninitiated which is now banned by the government) had demanded 4 trillion pound sterling (RM22 trillion) from the British Government last year claiming they were brought here as indentured labourers and later marginalised by the Malaysian authorities.

And what does GGMM ask? RM2 million for the citizenships given out during Merdeka.

The Siber Party of Malaysia (M) is appalled at the nano sum asked by the GGMM. Come on, have some pride, Malaysian citizenships must be worth more than that, particularly if compounded from 1957.

Or are we still in the habit of giving out citizenships for a stick of kretek? Are our identity cards and passports so cheap these days?

We are not that cheap. But if GGMM thinks that they are, we'll raise them double and take over the country too. But let's do it before the next Malaysia Day as we have had enough of the blather from the bugger.